Blest are the pure in heart
John Keble, 1819. To be sung to Franconia.
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Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs, Their soul is Christ’s abode.
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The Lord, who left the heavens Our life and peace to bring, To dwell in lowliness with men, Their pattern and their King;
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Still to the lowly soul He doth himself impart, And for his dwelling and his throne Chooseth the pure in heart.
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Lord, we thy presence seek; May ours this blessing be: Give us a pure and lowly heart, A temple meet for thee.